Sometimes I think I know,
Everthing is clear as day,
Then things get cloudy,
As I stare in dismay,
So I begin to wonder and my mind becomes rowdy,
My life starts to crumble from rought to decay,
I think to hard, nothing makes sence,
Existence is a jigsaw puzzle, jubbeld and array,
The fog starts to clear, as everthing was pastence,
I pick up the pieces, and start to look around,
It was all a bad dream called life,
The ultimite ROLLER COASTER of ups and downs.
©Nojjoy
